she flows so sweetly through my heart and through my soul
and through my metal bones to smooth out their roughened boles.
and when my pain begins to measure in the excess,
she takes my breath and stirs it into molten snow,
and lets my acid tears remember which way to go.
and when i’m in my dreams too deep for true believing,
she steps so softly through my muscles and my skin,
and with her burning knife keeps nightmares from coming in;
and when Thanatos comes with scythe and cause for grieving,
and legions waste away to lesions she laments,
and in her wrath there is no chance for my foes to repent.
yes, i feel love for my liquid iron princess,
for she shows love for me unto her dying day,
and even in her death her love does not go away!
for in her carbon cave she measures out my regrets;
she times my purpose and gives name unto my fear,
and from her grave again arises when needs are near!
[Note: “Heme A” is a biomolecule found in human blood; it contains an atom of iron. “Hime” is pronounced the same as “Heme A”, and is the English transliteration of the Japanese word for “princess”. Hence, the identity of the 'liquid iron princess' is that connective tissue which does not do any physical connecting.
Line 9: reference to perforin, granzyme, fever.]
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take a single human soul, divide it into thirds,
let two parts drift away into that realm beyond all words,
but keep the simplest piece, the one that’s most complex,
the only portion of a soul that can never be perplexed;
ask then where is the locus where hate and hope connect,
ask then the final value of valor divided by respect,
ask then what notes a man could hear to render vessels wrecked;
you’ll only learn the answers if there’s nothing you expect.
so as long as my life gets i will never call you simple,
though nothing stirs in the temples, of your temple, in our temple;
you’ve forgotten not one thing, though you’ve bathed in Lethe’s waters,
remembering the days of the father, of the father, of my father;
you are immune to all hatred, far beyond all dark disaster,
for you are the master, of the master, of my master.
so let the iron get red hot, let the cold water flow,
let the people misapprehend the words they let go;
red hot iron is solid, frozen solid we know,
winter streams are all molten, though they’re bitterly cold,
and our bodies don’t die, they just shuffle their souls,
though some people miss it, but that’s just how it goes…
but you’ve taught me, kind master, that cold streams still flow;
may Asclepius bless you, wherever you go.
[Notes: This poem was written in honour of the author’s Anatomy Master (i.e., the cadavre from which the author learned human anatomy at the time of the penning of this poem).
In the Judeo-Christian tradition, a soul is defined as the combination of body, mind, and spirit. For reasons that continuously baffle the author, the distinction betwixt spirit and soul is chronically overlooked.
Asclepius is the ancient Greek hero who attained godhood for his skill in medicine, and became the god of medicine. Doctors are referred to as sons or daughters of Asclepius.
Line 7: a reference to Odysseus, blood vessels, nerves, and heartache.
Line 9: a reference to Hippocrates, who wrote that “Life is short, the Art long.”]
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and from the frozen furnace came the furious flame
that engulfed all my madness and turned my anger all tame;
and in those darkest hours you made the world seem so bright,
you gave my phalanx its orders through the faltering night...
as i reached through the river, stealing strength from the cold,
i saw so many stories that your hands still withhold,
but i knew that you loved me, though my soul felt so heavy,
though my blood was not ready, yes i knew that you loved me.
oh, you were the tendons of tidal waves,
you built the crowns of a million young queens...
you were the tears that fell in my graves,
your voice was so loud, but i could not hear a thing...
and you were the angle of the arches of stone,
you supported the anger embedded in bone...
you were the demifacets of a demigod
when i was dumbfounded, mired deep in the sod;
and i could not have you, but i loved you the same...
you knew me so well, you would not give me a name...
but i knew that you loved me, as you drank in the dark sea,
as you let the west wind free, oh i knew that you loved me.
yes you were the metric of memories,
the sounds that a dream makes when no one’s around...
you were the wings of the histories,
slow stirrings of currents where no wings can be found;
afield in my folly, you are the one who abets
with sharpened incisors, excising regrets.
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i'm just trying to help my spirit to aggrandize clarity,
for what good is any man if he's got no sincerity?
i appreciate all life and God's lessons in charity,
but there's something else i need to help drive this despair from me...
it's not just a female form that would desire to pair with me,
it's a soulful body-mind and the life it would share with me,
with which mine can bond and disperse all disparity;
but love like that is best defined in terms of its rarity.
i need to find a spirit-mind too strong to be scared of me,
a gentle-hearted intellect with kind eyes that dare to see,
piercing through all misconcept to fixedly stare at me
and calmly in a loving voice to sweetly declare to me
that "it's for sure that you are loved, and not arbitrarily,
for you are great, and truly good; forever i'll care for thee."
i know such love is greater still because of its scarcity,
but i can't stop believing that such love is prepared for me.
~
The trees don't hate me,
they just drop me so far!
and the rocks don't hate me,
they just like me best scarred;
and God doesn't hate me,
He just loves me too hard...
and women don't hate me,
they just love from long distance;
and men don't hate me,
they just give me resistance;
and the stars don't hate me,
they just mock my existence...
and my heart doesn't hate me,
it's just full of remorse;
and my mind doesn't hate me,
it just holds back its force;
and i don't think i hate me,
i'm just full of resentment
'cause even when i'm not hated
i've got no claims to contentment...
so no, i don't hate me,
at least not so far,
'cause the universe loves me,
it just loves me so hard!
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you were born in the days that were knowledgeless,
you were born in those days when men knew not one thing...
but i think you’ll figure out everything,
and when that day comes i will feel death’s dark sting.
we cowered in terror as you conquered us...
we cowered and fled from the might of your mind;
in the depths of your glorious infancy,
how much you could see, when yet you were still blind!
afraid we all were of your growing days,
when strength upon strength you would gain ‘til we fell,
alone and afraid in our arid caves,
with nothing to eat save regrets where we dwell...
so we hatched out a scheme that could weaken you,
we stuck in your craw just to drown you with hate;
but against your bright mind we had not a chance,
you drank with a thirst that just will not abate,
and you burned through perceptions eventually;
you burned it all down just to have a clean slate!
and i know you’ll figure out everything,
for the forces that guide you are the furies of fate.
~
Haikus:
haikus fall like rain
from the lips of the poet -
each with its meaning...
---
-haikus regarding nature:
sunlight freezes stiff
on the brow of mount Fuji;
still, it warms my heart.
---
raindrops are all round
until they strike our faces;
then they take our shape!
---
where flies the sparrow
when God's wrath is upon us?
swift birds build new nests...
[reference: according to the gospel of Matthew, Jesus of Nazareth
---
bones of the mountain,
did we forget our honour?
we quarry our shame...
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large trees give strong wood
but taking wood too often
limits their largeness.
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belly of the knee,
where immortals meet their death;
where can you not run?
[note: the name of the superficial calf muscle, "gastrocnemius", translates to "belly of the knee". It inserts onto the calcaneous by means of the calcaneal tendon, often referred to as the "Achilles' tendon", because Achilles was allegedly dipped into the river Styx by his mother, who held him by the heel, thus rendering him immune to all damage except on the heel. Achilles was supernaturally swift, even outrunning a river god according to the "Iliad".]
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-haikus regarding man:
say not: "i am weak"
say: "heavy hands make light work;
i will grow stronger"
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apoptotic soul,
with grace you fall from heaven;
evil strives for good.
[reference: Milton Paradise Lost", Shelley's "Frankenstein"]
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fire-proof your souls,
O sons of mighty shoguns;
rising sons burn fierce!
[note: when read aloud, the last "sons" is homophonetic with "Suns"; Japan
---
more sightless are eyes
that see but do not perceive
than those that are blind...
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-haikus regarding death:
death is never still;
some stirrings last forever...
love is thick like blood.
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Thanatos, my friend,
come into my father’s house...
but only seldom.
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torrents, some call them;
but so much blood have i seen,
these are mere trickles.
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